All'Inizio È La Morte - Haggard

And as the dark procession then has been fulfilled

For their god — a sacrifice — his blood was spilled

So Death took him to mother’s chest

Where he may rest…

And the weather says, it’s springtime

See the leafs of darkest green

And his screams hall in the nightly breeze

As the darkened sorrows feels

Dark are all the secret nights

Where mind and stars unite

Knowing forbidden wisdom

And all the things he sees

Collected in a chamber

Secrets of astronomy

The rage in their eyes

Torches in their hands

And the power of the cross

Bringing fear to all the land

…And darkness will come to us all!

Profundis Clamavi!

(endlessly we cry out)

And as the dark procession then has been fulfilled

For their god — a sacrifice — his blood was spilled

So Death took him to mother’s chest

Where he may rest…

Schenkt aus den Wein!

(pour out the wine)